Next week marks the start of my 16th year of celibacy, people are sometimes surprised I was married for 13 years. As mentioned before, I didn't quit dating out of anger, erectile dysfunction or lack of opportunity. I finally realized it was an expensive, risky equation that rarely paid off for me. I tracked 400 dates on a spreadsheet from 2006 to 2008 which showed a 1% match outcome which sometimes ended in an awkward vanilla one-night stand.
Yuck.
Three women approached me this year, which is average for the past ten years but the deal is too lopsided. I end up paying for kids, or her debt, dealing with inlaws, ex-husbands and my payoff is intermittent sucky sex.
Most American women don't get it. It's a bad equation and I re-calculate it once in awhile but still don't see a reason to date. I'm pretty sure the VA has me flagged as unusually unsocial but I don't care. Lately I see jobs the same way I see women. The funniest part of the DEI/ESG genZ shitified job market is that I'm a service-disabled veteran so I'm even more privileged than regular vets. I filed the certification paperwork (SDVOSB) for SCRY yesterday, maybe I can flip it into a contract.
Marni Rose McFall
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